Feeling So Sick Walking Was Impossible When a Man Practically Supported Me to the Toilets.
Back when I was my late teens, my daily commute involved an packed public transport. The vehicle was always full and invariably became standing room only by the time I got on.
During a certain commute, I started experiencing terribly ill as the bus rocked around the bends. I kept telling myself to endure for a few more stops so the bus could arrived at where I needed to get off, so I could then make a mad dash for the nearest public toilet to vomit.
We were coming down the street towards my stop and I realised I was unable to make it. In an instant, it felt as if a curtain fell over me. The world became hazy and muffled; as if someone turned off the audio. I said to myself, “I’m going to faint”.
Thankfully, I was positioned near the front of the bus, so I took a few steps toward the driver and asked the driver to open the doors, explaining to him I needed to vomit. He opened the entrance and I hurriedly stepped out onto the street.
My intention was to not get sick in view of a busy multi-lane road, so I forced myself up and endeavored to make my way to the park opposite the street, where I thought I could at least secretly conceal myself among some shrubs to vomit. However I must have fainted. I could feel my limbs, but I couldn’t walk and my vision was blurry, so I began crawling towards my intended destination.
“You right, love?”
In that instant, I was lifted up. I sensed someone holding me and a man’s voice asked, “Everything alright, love?” I managed to tell the unknown man that I needed to vomit. Therefore, he almost supported my weight down into a close-by structure and put me into the female bathroom. He asked me whether I required him to wait for me but I refused.
Not long after, I regained my composure sufficiently to sit on the toilet and from outside the door came him ask, “Are you OK, love? Is there anything you require?” I was incapable to get up right away but I did succeed to thank him and shortly thereafter regained the function of my limbs. I got myself home passing the following days getting over what turned out to be a nasty tummy bug.
I never saw the stranger’s face – only his legs and the big metal toolbox he held – but he saved me, when I was in my weakest state.
Frequently, society tends to make people guarded, hostile, and combative. His act was the type of kindness that reverses that emotional callousness. He served as evidence that people’s natural inclination is to be kind, a quality I adore in other people.
